They Call It Progress

Yesterday, as always, the mail delivery person dumped a pile of colorfully printed flyers on my doorstep. As always, I scooped them up and threw them out without so much as glancing at them to see what they were hawking. It's a daily ritual. This is the kind of stuff that goes on that we never think about, the forests that get cut down, the tons of oil-based ink, the fuel required to get this crap from one place to another, the waste that clogs landfills and sewage systems. And I never looked at it. Twenty thousand years from cavemen to us, and this is what we have to show for it.